In a world that

seems harsh

feels harsh,

people crying

people dying,

I crave

softness.

*

Harshness

of defense,

protective shields,

certainty

and resistance,

exhaust.

*

Harshness inside

my head,

with me.

Harshness outside

my head,

with you.

Lunacy.

*

I slither to softness

and fall at her feet.

She forgives the

insanity of harshness

of insanity.

I lay down my imagined fight

and breath.

*

An inherent

kind, compassionate

unspoken agreement

gives birth

to allowance and possibility.

Yes’ live here,

her strength sustains this field of aliveness.

*

I learn how to heed your call,

extending softness into

defense

protectedess,

seeming harsh realities.

Arrogance is dismantled,

nothing to prove.

Everywhere, diamonds in the rough.

*

In a world that

seems harsh

feels harsh,

people crying

people dying,

I crave softness.

That’s why I like

being

with

softness.